Prize fight

By Wolfboy

Emma takes to the seas to defend her title belt

Emma’s defence of the Smyth championship would take place in a slightly unusual setting and against a slightly unknow challenger in Ukrainian Yulia Petrova. A private benefactor had paid handsomely to have his champion, Yulia, challenge Emma for the Smythe belt on his floating fight factory. A private super yacht, moored inconspicuously in the harbour at Southampton would be the venue; more specifically the purpose-built fight room in the depths of the yacht. The as yet unknown benefactor had been hosting hard catfights for some time in which his Ukrainian girlfriend Yulia had also become his fighting champion. The usual matches took on typically no holds barred, no time limit rules until one woman forced the other to submit the match, was knocked out, or was deemed unfit to continue in the contest by a referee.

For the title defence though, rules had been put in place in conjunction with the Smythe organisation. A thirty-minute time limit was in place with the winner of the most submissions in the time period being declared the winner. There would be a referee but both women would be without a second on the mats; I would be reduced to a watching brief from one of the private viewing galleries overlooking the yacht’s fight room. Other rules were simple enough; piledrivers and eye gouging were illegal. There would be no striking the head of a downed opponent. There was to be no deliberate exchange of body fluids, a rule aimed at one of Yulia’s favoured moves, the golden face sit. All else was legal though and the fight benefactor insisted that both women be given free choice of outfit feeling that a fighter would look and feel at her most attractive in an outfit of her own choice.

What was clear to me was that while Yulia had not fought in the Smyth Federation previously, the Ukrainian blonde was a more than worthy opponent for Emma. She had gained quite a reputation as a hard all-in fighter, able to soak up punishment when it was called for, comfortable dishing it out whenever the opportunity arose. Her boyfriend had provided her with opposition that had been consistently testing in its quality although there was no standout name on her record. Those matches had shown a steady development though in Yulia’s style; a gymnast in her youth, she retained most of that flexibility on a muscular fitness model physique. A quick study of Yulia’s matches showed she was hard to submit, loved to smother and maul but would also adapt her style to anything an opponent would throw at her. In a couple of matches she had used that golden face sit to good effect against opponents, that wasn’t legal under the rules agreed for this match, but Emma was prepared for it nevertheless.

Did I mention the money as well? Even though the fight benefactor had paid the Smythe Federation for the right to host the fight, he also fronted some money for both fighters as well. $20,000 for appearing in the match and double that for the winner. That was sure to focus both women on the matter at hand, although I heard rumours that plenty more cash was on offer for fights in which he completely controlled the rules.

I found myself now anxiously awaiting the start of the fight in the private viewing suite above the fight room. The suite was positioned about 8 feet above the room itself, enclosed so that one couldn’t offer advice but with the sound of the fight room piped in with great clarity to ensure that nothing was missed. The room itself was unremarkable enough; two sliding doors to the fighters changing areas the only way in or out of the room it seemed. The floor was an area of 20 square feet all covered in red wrestling mats. The walls were lightly padded in a cream colour, an ample space for both women to ply their trade in. Up in the viewing suite, my attention was drawn to some of the pictures around the walls which featured Yulia in action. The blonde was pictured in a number of action shots, usually dominant as she punished an opponent. There was little doubt that this was going to provide a test for Emma I thought as the doors opened and both fighters, accompanied by one of the regular Smythe referees, walked into the matted room.

For this contest, the referee would also double as the ring announcer and she wasted no time in getting down to business. ‘This is a contest for the Smythe Federation championship. It will be fought to a thirty-minute time limit with no breaks in the action. On winning a submission, you should release that hold and the fight will continue. There should be no piledrivers, no eye gouging and no striking the head of a downed opponent. Do you both understand the rules ladies?’ she asked, seeing positive replies from both women. ‘Ok then, introducing first the challenger, from the Ukraine, Yulia Petrova. Yulia is 27 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 152 lbs and measures 36C-24-37. Her record stands at 17 fights, 16 wins and 1 loss. Her opponent is the Smythe champion, Emma Baines. Emma is 36 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 175lbs and measures 40E-28-38 with 46 wins and 16 losses’ the ref said, concluding her secondary work as the ring announcer, and both women stood eyeballing each other, waiting for the fight to start. Yulia looked a powerful woman but she would give up over 20 lbs to Emma; still the blonde, her haired tied up in a neat pony tail wore a confident expression. Fighting on home turf somewhat, she wore red hot pants with gold fence net footless tights and a simple red crop top trimmed in gold. Emma also looked confident despite the less familiar surroundings I thought. Her auburn hair cascading freely to the middle of her back, she wore a black bikini trimmed with white; a string bikini top teamed with a slightly sturdier brief which she adjusted to sit comfortably on her hips as the referee called for both women to ‘fight!’

The title defence was underway a little cautiously on both parts as Yulia bounced on her toes, trying to strike while Emma, a little flatter footed, stalked the blonde a little before stinging her with a slap to the face. Emma’s hands were fast, snapping out again to clip the Ukrainian with another slap to the face as she confidently smiled at the blonde. Again, Emma went for a slap, but this time Yulia swayed out of range, striking back with an uppercut to the right breast that wiped the smile off Emma’s face as the feeling out process continued. The blonde was every bit as composed and calm as Emma was, a real cat and mouse feeling continuing through the bout’s opening moments. Both women tested the other with slaps to body and face, neither really getting a telling blow in, but both making the other aware of their intentions. Emma continued to warm Yulia’s cheeks with her slaps, switching occasionally to land a punch to Yulia’s firmly toned abs. In reply, the fighter from the Ukraine looked to counter whenever Emma strayed into range with her own slaps plus a slashing rake of the nails across the breasts that put Emma on the backfoot momentarily it seemed. In fact, that presented Emma with early opportunity to get on the front foot instead as Yulia rushed in, thinking she had her hurt. Quick as a flash, Emma had a grip of the blonde’s hair, using the pony tail to force her into a front headlock. Emma realised she needed to wear the Ukrainian woman down early, slamming two left hands into her unprotected ribs which dropped her momentarily to a knee before Emma used the headlock to force her upright again. Now Emma looked for a knee lift, straight up in to Yulia’s body as she dropped her to a knee again and it seemed that Emma was gaining the upper hand in the early going.

Emma wasn’t about to ease up the pressure on Yulia either, forcing her up to her feet again with the headlock and shooting another knee up into her body. Again, the dangerous Ukrainian was dropped to her knee as Emma cranked on the headlock now, up to her tiptoes to add the pressure as her powerful arms continued to punish Yulia. The blonde let out a moan of frustration as she found herself trapped here, Emma working her arms in tighter now and maybe looking to maybe choke Yulia out in the first fall. Yulia spotted the danger, forcing her way to her feet slowly as she looked to ease her predicament but another knee lift to the body instantly put the Ukrainian back to the mats on her knees. A change of plan now from Yulia as she grabbed Emma around the waist, looking to bear hug Emma and turn the tables a little. Emma grimaced, apparently feeling the power in Yulia’s arms for the first time, but she was still confident that she was in the dominant position as she used her choke hold to again force Yulia upright. This time though the blonde fighter was ready, using the bearhug she had applied to lift Emma and run her hard in to the wall breaking the choke hold. Emma still responded quickly with a snappy slap to the face stinging Yulia but not before the tough Ukrainian had caught her with a right to the body against the wall.

Both women eyed each other with a mixture of caution and disdain as they circled again, probing each other’s defences for openings. Emma worked to the body, punches and slaps partly blocked by Yulia who kept her powder dry, waiting for a better chance to attack and testing Emma’s patience a little. The Ukrainian was clearly versed in longer fights and was content to bide her time in the early going, knowing that she had stamina to burn over the thirty-minute limit. Emma continued to pick her shots, adding a rake of the nails across the belly into the mix, but as she did so, she allowed her flowing auburn hair to fall into Yulia’s range. The Ukrainian blonde wasn’t about to let that chance pass, pulling Emma into a side headlock before quickly firing a short right hand up into Emma’s face to drop her to the mat. Emma rolled, quickly looking to get to all fours but Yulia showed good speed to launch into a low drop kick to the side that slammed Emma into the wall. Again, Emma looked to get upright only for a chopping blow to the back of the head to keep her on all fours and more than a little dazed as Yulia straddled her back. The blonde locked her ankles beneath Emma, wound her right hand Emma’s hair and fell to the side, trapping Emma in a fearsome body scissor that drew an immediate moan of pain from Emma. Yulia demonstrated the power in her thighs once more, flexing them to punish Emma while she used the hair to yank Emma’s head painfully to the side.

‘You give bitch?’ the Ukrainian fighter enquired, not waiting for an answer as she slipped her free hand inside Emma’s bikini top, adding some nipple work to the mix. ‘No!’ Emma cried out, defying the submission while she looked for a way out. None presented itself immediately as Yulia yanked her head in the other direction before stinging her right breast with three fast flat handed slaps, the noise of each echoing around the room along with Emma’s complaints. ‘Bitch!’ spat as Yulia returned to a mauling attack, all the time using her powerful thighs to weaken Emma.

‘You give bitch?’ Yulia enquired again in her thickly accented English as she still allowed no let up in the tit mauling, drawing cries of defiance from Emma as her fingers and nails molested sensitive breast flesh. Yulia opened her thighs slightly, easing the pressure on Emma’s body momentarily before she snapped them back closed around her, re crossing her ankles and tensing her thighs. The grip of Emma’s auburn tresses made things increasingly difficult as Yulia used it to bounce Emma’s head several times off the mat, the look of determination in Emma’s eyes briefly replaced by a more vacant one until Emma was able to shake off the woozy feeling. Only now was Emma able to start looking for a way out, her fists beating at Yulia’s legs, nails raking the skin, as she tried to weaken the Ukrainian’s strong scissor hold. ‘Bitch!’ Yulia shrieked at Emma as she felt her nails searing the skin of her thighs, but again it seemed the Ukrainian woman had the perfect answer, pulling Emma’s right arm into an armbar. Emma fought that with all her strength but from my position in the viewing box, I thought that she was in big trouble if the bold was completed. It presented an opportunity for Emma though as Yulia naturally found Emma’s elbow positioned close to her crotch, and it was a chance Emma took. Fighting the hold fiercely, she suddenly surprised the blonde as she slammed her elbow into her crotch. Following it up with a second elbow almost immediately, Emma was free suddenly as Yulia released the scissor hold, rolling to her side and clutching her womanhood as she moaned loudly on the mats.

Emma was able to take a few seconds now before going on to the attack with a series of stomps to the body, culminating as she spread Yulia’s legs and delivered a stomp to the crotch. Again, the Ukrainian was sent rolling across the mats, clutching herself and moaning in increasing pain as she did so. Emma was cautious, aware of the blonde’s ability as a fighter, but she still followed up to press the advantage, pulling Yulia to her feet before, holding her blonde hair, she delivered a headbutt to the back of the head, knocking Yulia to her knees. A handful of hair saw Emma slam Yulia face first to the mat now, repeating the move five times as she looked to stun the tough Ukrainian blonde. Rising to her feet, Emma delivered an elbow drop to the lower back, the point of her elbow causing Yulia to cry out in pain as it connected. Another handful of hair immediately forced Yulia to all fours where another well directed elbow to the lower back caused her to crumple to the mat, flat out on her belly once more. Emma stood over Yulia now, dominantly looking down as the tough blonde struggled to all fours only for a soccer kick to the stomach to send her rolling across the mats, clutching at her stomach and moaning as she tried to refill her lungs.

The match, although only a few minutes old, had seen both women punish the other effectively already. Emma looked to escalate that now, dropping to her knees to deliver a cruel double fisted blow to the stomach which she converted to a claw hold on Yulia’s stomach. Emma’s fingers tested Yulia’s abs, finger nails tested the blonde’s resolve too as she cried out in pain from the hold. Emma broke off momentarily, stinging the Ukrainian with a slap to the face as she looked to sit up, then she clawed her with increasing intensity, looking for an early lean in the match. ‘Submit?’ she asked, half imploring the Ukrainian to give up; the blonde’s reply cut short slightly as her ‘No’ turned into a howl of pain as Emma’s fingers tested her once more. Yulia grew increasingly desperate to escape, her hands looking to prise Emma’s fingers away from the claw hold. Emma resisted, but she failed to spot Yulia’s next move, legs swinging up to catch Emma in a hastily applied head scissor. Emma, kneeling to Yulia’s side, fingers still working the blonde’s body, now found strong thighs wrapped firmly around her head as the Ukrainian looked to give her back some pain and punishment of her own. Now the blonde grabbed a handful of auburn hair, pulling on it to ensure the scissor hold could be applied increasingly tightly. A shrewd move from Yulia, but Emma countered, using her kneeling position to move further up towards Yulia’s head, folding her as she did so before starting to deliver short, sharp punches to the stomach. Emma was looking to test Yulia’s resilience once more, steadily pounding away, reddening her stomach before suddenly, the scissor was broken, Emma quickly dropping into a smothering cross pin as she regained control. Now her fingers found a target a little further south, slipping inside Yulia’s hotpants to apply a pussy claw that drew a gasp of pain and concern from the blonde who was being effectively smothered by Emma’s body as well now.

Soon though Emma was letting out a cry of pain as she felt the Ukrainian’s teeth sink into her body, forcing her clear of the smother as she went to the hair, banging Yulia’s head off the mats before pulling her to her feet again. Emma was looking to keep on top of her dangerous opponent now, and a slap across the breasts sent Yulia reeling into the wall. Emma was on her fast, a knee to the stomach as she took a double handful of hair to bump her head off the wall before throwing the blonde across the mats roughly. Yulia landed lightly enough though, her gymnastics background preparing her to fall well, but Emma met her with a kick to the belly as she reached all fours sending her rolling across the mat in pain. Staying on her opponent, Emma was quick to get her to her feet, using a headbutt to the back of the head to keep her unsteady, and then scooping the blonde up, she delivered an across the knee backbreaker. ‘No, no!’ the blonde moaned as Emma held her there across the knee, stretching her with one hand squeezing her C cup breasts. Emma was looking to keep her under pressure now though and was quick to push her off her knee to the mats before using the hair to bring Yulia to her feet. There, an uppercut to the jaw sent Yulia reeling back into the wall, Emma followed in quickly with a double handed breast maul and a knee driven up into Yulia’s pussy that saw the Ukrainian cry out in pain as Emma had her hemmed in and under attack against the wall.

Emma surprised Yulia with her speed now, switching from breast maul to a right hand to the ribs, looking to drive the air and the fight from the Ukrainian’s body. A second right followed to the stomach before Emma went back to the breast maul, pressing the Ukrainian woman into the wall while she crushed and squeezed her tits. Yulia went to the hair, looking to force Emma off her, but there was no immediate escape forthcoming as Emma delivered a knee to the stomach now before gracefully monkey flipping the blonde to the centre of the mats. This time Yulia landed a little harder and, slow to move, she found herself on the receiving end of a flying knee drop to the lower back that saw her cry out in pain. It was a shrewd move from Emma I felt; Yulia’s flexibility made her tough to submit at times, but if she could knot her back up and take that ability away from her, it was surely going to stand her in good stead. Allowing little let up, Emma dragged Yulia to her feet, brushing off a right hand to the body before lifting and body slamming the blonde on the mats. Rolling Yulia to her front now, Emma delivered an elbow drop to her lower back before planting a knee in the small of her back and using her blonde hair to pull her head and chest clear of the mat. Now Yulia cried out in pain as Emma torqued her back even further, leaning back as she used the hair to punish her. ‘Submit?’ Emma asked her evenly, but although in pain, the Ukrainian fighter was in little moos to submit just yet. Emma continued to work on her though, content that she was weakening her, before she forced Yulia to her feet by the hair to deliver a second big body slam. ‘Nooooo!’ Yulia cried as Emma heaved her off her feet before driving her hard to the mats. This time, Yulia rolled to her belly before Emma delivered a cruel double knee drop to the lower back that drew a sharp cry of pain from the clearly ailing blonde brawler.

Again, Emma went to the hair, drawing Yulia to her feet where she waist locked the blonde before delivering a pussy pounding atomic drop. Yulia was frozen in place, pain burning between her legs while her lower back was still suffering from the knee drop as Emma raked her eyes cruelly leaving her temporarily befuddled as Emma slipped behind her. Looking for the submission, Emma heaved the Ukrainian over her shoulder into a hangman which she held solely by the hair. Immediately Yulia screamed out in pain as she felt the pain in her scalp which was effectively supporting her body weight, and again her lower back was suffering. The move quickly led to the blonde crying out ‘I submit! I submit!’ and Emma released the hair, letting her fall to the mats in a pained heap.

The rules called for no breaks in the action, and with the match about a third of the way to it’s thirty-minute limit, Emma was happy to keep control of the match. Pulling Yulia to her feet by the hair, Emma removed the bobble holding that blonde hair neatly in a ponytail, allowing Yulia’s shoulder length hair to fall free. Using a handful of it immediately now, Emma slammed Yulia’s face into the padded wall and as the Ukrainian fighter staggered back to her a little dazed, Emma levelled her with a clothesline. Down on the mats, I thought it might have been wise for Emma to stay on Yulia’s lower back, but instead she looked to settle in for a long, grinding rear head scissor, looking to use her thighs to punish the blonde. It was effective enough too, powerful thighs crushing the blonde’s head as they wrapped ever tighter around it, two hands wrapped tightly in the hair as well and the cursing from Yulia made it pretty clear she was trapped in an effective hold. Emma flexed her thighs, causing Yulia to cry out once more, but the Ukrainian’s hands went to Emma’s looking to pull them out of her hair. Indeed, Emma allowed her right hand to be removed quite easily, but then she set about using it to launch into a methodical barrage of heavy-handed slaps to Yulia’s right breast. It seemed that Emma was softening her tough opponent up quite nicely now, a close up from the camera revealing Yulia’s pained expression just before Emma rolled her on to her front. Still trapped in the tight scissor hold, face down on the mat, there seemed to be nowhere to go for Yulia but as Emma asked her, she refused to give the second submission.

Emma gave her no immediate respite, puling and tearing at her crop top until she had shredded it thoroughly with her sharp nails, and then she relieved the blonde of it before rolling her onto her back. Continuing to grind away, wearing Yulia down with the scissor hold, Emma now dragged her nails harshly across Yulia’s breasts before stopping to tweak her nipples, twisting hard and drawing further anguished cries from the blonde challenger. Still she refused to submit, still Emma was content to keep grinding away with the hold, certain she was wearing the Ukrainian down as she rolled her to her front once more. Emma’s nails did their damage once more, this time dragged across the upper back to a soundtrack of screeching from the blonde who still remained steadfast in her refusal to give up. Emma continued to put the pressure on Yulia, slapping her back hard several times before rolling her on to her side now, and she released one hand from her hair, instead looking to clamp it over nose and mouth in a hand smother. That caught Yulia’s attention immediately, both hands moving to prise Emma’s hand off her. Emma switched tactics, going for a double breast maul and the relief of not having her hair torn at was very short lived for Yulia as Emma’s hands went to work on her breasts. Yulia bemoaned her latest painful predicament, but ignoring the breast maul, she went to Emma’s ankles looking to force them apart. She was briefly successful, uncrossing Emma’s ankles momentarily before she brought them back together, clamping the scissor firmly around Yulia’s head once more. Now it appeared the Ukrainian was starting to fade in the punishing scissor and breast maul combination; Emma looked confident, sure she had the match going her way now. Again, Yulia pulled at Emma’s ankles, momentarily causing the pressure of the scissor hold to ease before it was reapplied. Once more, Yulia was seemingly frustrated and unable to escape. Emma dragged her nails hard across Yulia’s breasts now raising angry furrows, and a pained scream from the Ukrainian, but Yulia was able to counter attack now. Uncrossing Emma’s ankles for a third time, this time, Yulia used the momentary release of the pressure to surprise Emma with a back headbutt to the crotch.

Emma groaned, surprised by the sudden attack from the seemingly trapped blonde fighter; Yulia pressed the advantage, showing good strength to hold Emma’s legs apart as she delivered two more back headbutts of increasing intensity before rolling clear of Emma. Topless, breasts marked by Emma’s nails and blonde hair looking more than a little dishevelled, Yulia wore the appearance of a fighter who had been on the receiving end. She also wore the determined expression of a woman determined to respond to that now as she stood over Emma while she came to all fours, grabbing her hair and throwing her across the mats. Again, Yulia was patient waiting for Emma to reach all fours before dropping to her knees, delivering a clubbing elbow to the back of Emma’s head as she did so. Emma crashed to the mat once more as Yulia, despite the match being over half way through, continued her methodical pace of attack. Grabbing the back of Emma’s black and white string bikini top, Yulia used it to pull Emma to her feet, untying the back as she did so now before slipping a hand between Emma’s thighs to lift and slam her. Emma groaned now as she took the impact of the slam, the bikini top now hanging loosely, ineffectively, at her neck as she lay on the mat. Yulia followed up immediately with a flying fist drop to the head which earned her an official warning from the referee, counting it as a strike to the head of a downed opponent. ‘Anymore of that and you’ll lose the fall Yulia!’ the ref warned; Yulia paid her perfunctory attention before getting back on the attack, using the hair to pull Emma to all fours before driving her face back into the mats. Emma remained face down on the mats as Yulia straddled her back, removing her bikini top fully then grabbing the hair to help her pull Emma into a camel clutch. Once she had Emma’s arms draped successfully across her knees though, Yulia switches the focus of her attack, sinking her nails into both of Emma’s breasts in a double breast maul. Emma cried out in pain, suffering at the hands of the Ukrainian blonde who enjoyed herself now she was punishing Emma. A switch of tactics saw her use one hand in the hair to hold Emma in place better, contenting herself with just working over Emma’s right breast now. It was no less effective, Emma still crying out in pain from the combined holds as Yulia leant forward slightly to address her, asking ‘do you give bitch?’

‘No’ Emma answered defiantly, but she trapped well by Yulia. Looking to ease her position slightly, Emma looked to work once of her arms free from over Yulia’s knee. The blonde showed little concern of that, but when she next leant in to taunt Emma ‘does it hurt bitch?’, she found Emma quick to grab her blonde hair. Not from a position of strength, but Emma did enough to earn a release of sorts, Yulia slapping her shoulder furiously until she was able to force Emma’s hand from her hair. Then the blonde jumped, slamming her ass into Emma’s back and flattening her to the mats. From that position, Yulia wasn’t about to take things easy on Emma, poised, waiting for Emma to rise just enough before delivering a knee lift to the breasts. Emma groaned as the hard knee strike lifted her from her feet, crashing to the mat on her back and clutching her breasts. It was fair to say that as Yulia followed up with a well-placed elbow drop to the breasts, Emma’s 1-0 lead in the fight was looking more than a little precarious. Yulia grabbed for Emma’s removed bikini top now, wrapping it around Emma’s neck, and Yulia used the garment to force Emma to her feet before throwing her across the mats once more. Again, Yulia was on Emma immediately, applying a front headlock down on the mats that she almost immediately converted to a straight choke hold, lying out flat on the mats as she looked to increase the pressure on Emma.

Emma was feeling that pressure from Yulia’s continued attacks now; the blonde Ukrainian was adept at dishing it out, and she was clever in switching tactics frequently to keep Emma off her game. Even now, she used the choke to move Emma over onto her back before releasing the hold and moving quickly to try and grab the reverse face sit. Emma, defending desperately now, shifted her face to the side, denying Yulia the face sit, though with the Ukrainian sat on her right cheek, she felt Yulia’s fists testing her body as she started to hammer away. Emma bucked wildly now, trying to dislodge Yulia, almost succeeding until Yulia was able to force herself back into prime position. Now Yulia grabbed for the hair looking to force Emma’s face fully into the smothering power of her arse. Emma countered, grabbing both of Yulia’s breasts, quickly latching her nails onto both sensitive nipples as she looked to her free from the hold. It was effective in a way, forcing Yulia to release the face sit as she climbed off Emma to continue her assault with a stomp to the stomach instead. Emma rolled to her side, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain only to find Yulia’s hand in her long auburn hair, forcing her back to her feet as she found herself whipped into the wall. Yulia rushed her now, confident that she had Emma right where she wanted her as she planted her knee in Emma’s crotch, hammering her with right hands to body and breasts as she did so. A final right hand, this time to the jaw, sent Emma sliding down the wall as it seemed Yulia had done enough to take the fight out of the auburn-haired champion now.

The Ukrainian wasn’t quite satisfied though, pulling Emma to her feet, one hand in her hair and the other cruelly sunk into her right breast before she hoisted Emma into the air, carrying her to the centre of the mats and planted her there with a thunderous body slam. Unthinking though, the tough blonde committed a costly error as she delivered a second fist drop to Emma’s forehead as she lay prone on the mats. It was evidently one of the all-in fighters preferred moves for softening up a downed opponent, but it was poorly judged here. Already on a warning, the referee was quick to award the fall to Emma by a disqualification. ‘Let her up Yulia!’ the referee admonished the blonde, ‘you had your warning, any more and you’re out of the match now!’

Again, the Ukrainian paid her brief attention, before waiting close by Emma, waiting for her to rise and continue the match. Time and a 2-0 lead were on Emma’s side; a concerted beating and a tough, nasty opponent were not. Yulia was forced to wait at least for Emma to regain her feet before the referee would allow her to retake the initiative in the fight, and released to do just that, she wasted little energy, simply running into Emma and knocking her back to the mat with a shuddering body tackle. The blonde kept up the onslaught too, going to the hair to slam Emma’s face into the mat, and astride Emma’s back, it was a leap into the air followed by a crushing butt drop to the lower back that immediately put Emma flat out on her belly on the mat.
Yulia stood over Emma now once more to deliver an elbow to the lower back which hit the mark as Emma cried out in pain from its impact. A stomp to the same part of the back followed with Yulia grinding her heel hard on Emma’s back as she looked to emphasise her dominance despite the score line. The punishment continued too, cruel nail rakes across Emma’s back before she found her black thong pushed down past her knees. She would face the rest of the match naked it seemed unless the thong hanging precariously around her ankles technically counted otherwise. The blonde was looking to dominate now, perhaps more than she was looking to win the title; a handful of auburn hair allowed her to force Emma to crawl across the mat before she dropped to her knees, driving Emma’s face into the mat. Emma was dazed, quite unprepared as Yulia followed up with a leg drop across the back of the neck. The blonde wasn’t done there either, using the hair to lift Emma’s face from the mat so that she could wrap her legs around Emma’s head. A side head scissor with Yulia’s iron hard legs punishing her was probably low on Emma’s list of things to enjoy right now. Yulia had her well trapped though it seemed, face down on the mat, legs starting to choke Emma. The blonde wasn’t looking for the submission just yet though, spanking Emma’s ass before, as Emma brought her feet up to try and defend against the concerted spanking, Yulia quickly forced Emma’s legs into a figure four leglock. Twisted and tied up like a pretzel on the mat, Emma’s eyes went wide in pain as she felt Yulia probing her for an effective pussy claw now. Emma was in no position to defend against the move either, and a shriek of pain confirmed that the Ukrainian had found her target perfectly.

‘Submit bitch or I’ll cunt you!’ Yulia told Emma in a matter of fact style, flexing her legs to add to the choking power of the scissor hold.

‘No, never…’ Emma shot back, sounding more confident than she must have been feeling in the circumstances. The blonde worked her fingers inside Emma once more, testing Emma’s womanhood as she drew another cry of pain. There was little doubt in my mind that a submission was coming from Emma; there was no clear way out of the combination hold. The only question as the clock tied past the 27-minute mark in the match was if she could hold on long enough now to make the submission academic.

Her face set in a mixture of pain and determination, Emma let out a long guttural cry of pain as Yulia tested her once more with the pussy claw. Then the blonde Ukrainian woman surprised Emma, abruptly breaking off the claw hold and rolling back towards Emma’s feet, still maintaining the head scissor. That move added almost unbearable pressure to the head scissor, and the look of desperation grew in Emma’s eyes. Then Yulia was back to applying the pussy claw once more and as Emma felt the pain from the Ukrainian’s nails expertly testing her womanhood, she felt little option other than to submit, putting the score at 2-1 to Emma, still with the best part of 2 minutes to go in the match.

The rules called for the holds to be broken before Yulia could attack again. I wouldn’t have blamed her had she gone straight back to the same combination of holds, perhaps looking to at least even the score in a tie. Instead, Yulia elected to punish some more first; a handful of hair leading Emma to her feet and into a big body slam. Back to the hair again, Yulia forced Emma to her feet once again, this time delivering a pussy pounding atomic drop. Emma froze on Yulia’s knee for a second, the pain set burning fiercely in her pussy once more. Yulia dropped her once more, a vicious headbutt to the face putting Emma flat on her back and in a bad position as Yulia lunged for her. A full body splash from the Ukrainian took the wind out of Emma, and Yulia set about working her way into a face sit, hoping to even the score in the last moments of the match. On instinct alone, Emma wrapped her own legs around Yulia’s left leg, delaying her progress and as the Ukrainian fighter strained to get clear of that, Emma found a target for a weak punch to the crotch. Yulia groaned, grimacing from the surprise pain, but she countered, slamming the flat of her hand between Emma’s legs before a pussy maul saw her able to force Emma’s scissor hold apart, and immediately Yulia sprang forward to apply a tight schoolgirl pin. A hand wound tightly in Emma’s hair allowed the blonde to pull her face into a crotch smother. With her other hand, Yulia reached back, playing it across Emma’s breasts briefly before settling on a nipple tweak and pull as her move of choice. Emma moaned with pain, her sounds muffled quite effectively by the crotch smother though as Yulia’s iron hard thighs held her face firmly, painfully, in position. A flat handed slap to the breast briefly interrupted the nipple attack before Yulia applied that once more with a vengeance.

‘Submit!’ the Ukrainian demanded, the referee taking an ever-closer interest in the action to check on Emma whose reply was evidently negative as the match continued unabated for a few more seconds until the sound of a loud buzzer filled the room. It was the end of the match, and despite the scene on the mat of the blonde in the dominant position, it was Emma who had won the match, defending her title. Yulia released the hair, broke off the breast attack, but she maintained her pin for the time being to issue a challenge.

‘I want you again bitch, but my rules next time. No holds barred, no time limit until one of us gives up the match. You may have won today, but in a real fight, I will crush you weak English whore!’ Yulia challenged.

‘Anytime cunt!’ Emma shot back ‘set it up and I’ll beat the shit out of you next time!’

‘It is on then bitch’ Yulia smiled, reaching back to slap Emma’s breasts once more before climbing off her and standing over the downed auburn-haired beauty. ‘My people will be in touch with the full proposal’ she added before she turned and headed for the changing room. Emma had won this battle, but I couldn’t help thinking that this match was all part of Yulia’s plan to scout her before getting her in her favourite style of match.